djdumpling So on Friday morning as I sat in the airport, I received an email from @instagram saying that they'd put me on their list of suggested users. And I literally did not have to be in the gym for one second for that to happen.

It was a pretty surreal moment. This creative 'journey' of sorts that I've been on has taken me so by surprise. Two years ago I was writing and taking photographs under the pseudonym 'The UnSuccessful Homosexual' - it was an apt reflection of how I felt about my achievements and my potential capability to achieve.
I've since stopped relating to and writing under that moniker. I've had so much encouragement along the way from strangers and friends alike to write, to photograph, to explore. The support (and shirtlessness) of this community has left me so in awe.

So even though (hopefully) I'm far from my creative crescendo, thank for your love. It's so profoundly inspiring and humbling. To all the new people who have followed along, hello from Sydney, I can't wait to share some stories with you. #communityfirst
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djdumpling The sun has poked her head out from behind the clouds today. It feels almost summery here in Sydney.
On days like this, lemons are the perfect way to complement my mood. Whether it's a lemon tart, a scoop of lemon sorbet, or Liz Lemon in 30 Rock, I'm obsessed with the tart flavour this little fruit packs.
So, who's ready for a bit of lemon curd? 🍋🍋
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djdumpling And so the sun has set on Splendour in the Grass 2014. Cheers to that music, #demtimez and especially to my friends who accompanied me to the medics tent on the second night after rolling my ankle dancing too hard to Hot Dub Time Machine. This photo definitely does not accurately depict just how cold it was come nightfall. Definitely no cheers to that. 3d

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djdumpling "You know, you should buy a screen protector for your phone". I looked up from counting change for my coffee to see Sylvan inspecting the (very) cracked screen on my phone.
He'd caught me off guard. Those who know me best, know that I hate making small talk. I'm hopeless at it. I feel so awkward. My mind races and I can never stay present.
But for some reason the people who work at this cafe make me feel a little less awkward. I've become perhaps overly familiar with some of their colleagues who all know of my almost daily soy cappuccino order. Perhaps it's because I've done some of my best writing at their tables; maybe being vulnerable within this space has allowed me to be less conscious of my terribly awkward inner monologue.
Sylvan caught the light the other day, and I asked him for a snap, because duh. Raising my coffee cup to him, his colleagues, and the wonderful little cafe that gifts me amazing coffee. #betweenlines #makeportraits #storyportrait
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djdumpling I've had my head in the clouds so much lately. I've done so much dreaming about all the things that I've wanted, both creatively and personally.
But now those spheres are becoming particularly foggy as they grasp with the reality of what achieving those things may entail. The reality of everything is so much more complicated than the rose tinted conception I had in my head.
As adults, nothing is child's play anymore; all I can do is bunker down and work through it all. And hopefully at some point, I'll be launched past the clouds, and towards the stars that have lit my dreams. #WHPspacedreams
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djdumpling Mariah takes a moment to indulge in her magical moment of blue where her boots break the monotony in a slight mustard moment of their own. #moments #seeaustralia 2w

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djdumpling At my lowest points five years ago, I often remember visualizing my stomach as a cave. And at the top of this cave was a single icicle. It would drip, in singular drops. And as each one of them hit the cave's base I would be able to feel its reverberations echo out. It produced this visceral reaction within my body that felt icy, and it'd make me physically shudder.
In the five years that I've left high school, I have never visited that cave again. A space of my body that was once so cavernous that it felt as though I had become a part of it, is no longer my defeat.

I know that I will never again be swallowed by that darkness. It has been invaded by light, by colour, and the fruit of happiness. #whpmirrormirror 🍋
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djdumpling Thanks to the Sydney sun goddess for giving me a hand with this self-portrait #hishadowhi #acertainslantoflight ️ And I bet you're thanking your Instafeed god that you finally have a caption of mine that isn't long-form. Repost game strong today after yesterday's edit had me feeling like, oh my gosh, I'm so not in lurrrve. 3w

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djdumpling Woke up this morning to this little care package courtesy of @instagram! I could never have imagined how attached I would have become to this little platform when I started using it three years ago, uploading my first photo of a dehydrated red onion.
I've always hoped to discover the enormity of this universe and @instagram has managed to show it to me whilst simultaneously bringing it even closer. I've been shown cities by people I've met through here, and cooked meals for those who have passed through mine.

I'm not much of a breakfast person, but those little square windows into the world form the bread and butter of my mornings (and then some). I'm only a little fish here but thank you @instagram for being an important part of my story. I can't wait to share some more. #communityfirst
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djdumpling In 2012 I scored my first full time job in an industry I thought I would be perfect for. I left the degree that I was studying, told my parents I'd never need their money ever again and then got fired six months later.
Despite wracking up $450 in therapy bills in it's immediate aftermath, it was probably the best thing that ever happened to me. It's surprising what your spirit and body can do when it's forced into flight mode.
I've always hated walking past this building in the city; in fact I often went out of my way to ensure I avoided it. But yesterday I paid it a visit, and no longer saw one of my most painful failures. When i first took the job, I told everyone that leaving my abhorrent degree was the best thing I could have done for myself. And it still is. #roofline_envelope
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djdumpling "No water, no life. No blue, no green" - Sylvia Earle #puddlegram #puddleportrait #jjagrams 1mon

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djdumpling Someone lives here #fromwhereistand 1mon

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djdumpling With the departure of my previous housemate came the dissolution of The Cotton Wok as we knew it. But as his thin body vacated the premises for the fashion highs of Milan (courtesy of Emirates and Vogue Italia), the whiff of fresh meat came streaming in the open door.
This is @kerrygram, otherwise known as "would you like a body with those tattoos?" (not adequately represented in this portrait). In his natural habitat, he is a solicitor to the jurispruditional commiserionating barrister of the Parramatta legal precinct by day and a serial heavy (heavy) gin drinker by night. Also, a vegetarian 24 hours a day.

Funnily enough, we were introduced to each other one fateful day when we both swiped right on Tinder. Several months later, here we are. I welcomed him into the pad the other week with a Middle Eastern inspired feast while he worked his magic on some very strong (strong) negronis. Some say the effort I put into making dinner was demonstrative of my hope that perhaps this housemateship could become the 24 hour spoon fest I have always dreamed about. I say, well duh.

This portrait accurately depicts how successful I was at executing my plan. #yolo
But with the collapse of The Cotton Wok's dynasty, and my everlasting spooning dreams, comes the crowning of a new House. Welcome to Four-Eyed Fruit. Our dining table awaits. #dinnersceneswithdjdumpling
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djdumpling I never saw myself as a summer person but as Saturday's solstice heralded the start of winter, I've found myself missing that sunlight. I've become nostalgic for the days I could walk to the park that sat on the water's edge. I miss sitting on the ledge, looking down at the water and waiting for it to occasionally offer me icy respite as it licked up at me during high tide. I miss how good that heat was for my productivity, it would travel through my body to my fingertips as I wrote letters in my moleskin notebook.
But now it's considerably colder and there is no more pleasure in getting licked by the water today. There's an old adage that says that wearing a hat can help you maintain 70% of your body heat. And while there may be little truth in that, I'll do anything to recreate just how I felt when the sun kissed my face. #whpsolstice
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djdumpling He was one of the first strangers I followed on Instagram more than a year ago now, and yesterday our friendship left the world of social media to manifest itself in social reality.
He just bought himself a new kitchen bench and was beguiling me with his newfound fantasy of rolling out fresh doughs across it. Obviously I love any form of carbohydrate so this tale produced near erotic results for me.
He calls himself an introvert but I just want his soul fed to me intravenously. Cheers to many food safaris in our future, cheers to @chewievuitton #makeportraits
1mon

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djdumpling This is my best mate Simon. I met him over three years ago as a painfully awkward 18 year old with low self esteem at Stonewall, He was wearing a pressed white shirt and standing against the bar with his friends. Before I met Simon, I had never initiated conversation with someone at a bar before, and I remember packing it when I asked him if the seat next to him was taken. He tells me that his friends still call me 'Where's Wally' because I was wearing big glasses and a beanie.

Well I ended up getting his number, and while we didn't end up together, I'm forever grateful for the stroke of courage that possessed me that day. Here he's found some nice light by the window, which is great because the light of my life is always nicer when he's by my side. 👬👬 #makeportraits #theportraitclub
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djdumpling "The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea" - Isak Dinesen #seeaustralia 2mon

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djdumpling Sitting on a straight line || when I was in Melbourne I got to hang about with @karlo_mg's legs. They were all black, took me to a nice cafe for breakfast, and were on their way to work. Maybe next time his top half can come along as well. #thelegcollection 2mon

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